The world is not a place to live, but a place to die. And each second of your life, death takes a step closer. The blood running in your veins will return to the ocean, your bones will dust away and withdraw to the mountains. Then you'll fall into an endless slumber of pitch black, as if you are drifting endlessly into an abyss of nothingness. After that, you'll begin to understand that you've always been a part of the world. Of someone's world. But that someone, you see as your galaxy. It pains you to the point that it makes you. Makes you turn a world into a universe.
Ranked #1 in General Fiction
Ranked #2 in Action